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Subject: {ASSM} Learning her: part 4
Date: Sat,  7 Dec 2002 00:10:02 -0500
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Learning her: part 4

(C) E. Howe  2002
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What a pretty pass this had come to.   I found myself on my knees in 
front of this silent slave, this woman who seemed to look at me and 
read my needs like some can scent snow on the wind.   I could feel the
nap of the carpet beneath my knees, as if I could detect the abstract 
floral pattern in the weave of wool and silk through the fabric of my 
clothes.  

I became hyperaware of the room around me.  The ticking of the 
mantle clock, the scent of the fern on the stand.  The color of
sunlight in the air around me, and how it illuminated the skin of the
woman before me.  I could see the tiny hairs, that downy presence
across her belly.  Sunlight picked each one out.  Her delta of Venus
was not naked, but fully covered, the curls a light honey color.  I
could smell her sex.  

I did not dare move.  I cast my eyes to her feet.  Trim ankles, and
legs so smooth and long.   Her knees looked odd, then I realized
calluses had formed from kneeling.  Was this new to her?  This
standing over a kneeling form?  Did it matter?  If she was indeed an
empath, she would know what to do.  

Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.  I felt my head 
jerked back by my hair, and once again I gazed into those eyes.  I
wish I could tell you what color they were.  I cannot remember now,
but I remember feeling stripped more naked than the day I was born by 
them.  

And then, with her other hand, she caressed my face, kissed my lips 
with her fingertips, and I parted them to touch them with my tongue.  
She smiled, and slipped two fingers into my mouth.  I suckled them 
sealing my lips around them, and drawing them in further.  We began a 
push-pull of those fingers, I'd draw them in, and swirl my tongue 
around them, and she'd pull them back almost removing them.  That 
rhythm continued, until they slipped free, and I whimpered.  

Her hand remained in my hair, and it tightened as I made the sound in 
my throat.  I tried not to gasp, but the tension on my scalp
increased, and I yelped with the pain.  She released, and a feeling of
relief passed over me.  I could cry out, express my pain.  Again she
stroked my face.  I nestled my face in her hand, pressed my cheek to
her palm, my eyes closed.  I would be good.  

She drew my face to her sex, and my own sex answered, tightening.  I 
tilted my head, and leaned into that warmth, pressing my chin to her 
lips, and my mouth to that tiny crown of pleasure.  Once again, I 
suckled.  

I could feel her arousal this time, feel the swelling of her labia and
clit.  Her wetness ran down and covered my chin, and I tried to catch
it with my tongue, but she moved my lips back to her clit with her
hand.  I suckled.  Like a babe at the breast, I suckled.  

Just as my neck began to cramp, she stepped away, and I fell forward, 
catching myself on my hands.

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